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Submitted to Contest #44
"I hear footsteps," Peeza whispered, cautiously. She prayed it would be her this time. That she'd be the one plucked from the Box. But there were no guarantees. Ever. Cecilia, armless and legless and with only three sides, did her best to inch closer to the edge of the Box as to increase her chances of getting picked. To Peeza, this was maddening. Unfair. Cheating. At once, a pretty hand full of silver rings and purpley-painted fingernails reached into the Box and pulled Cecilia out by the crust. Peeza barely had a moment to react, but ...
Submitted to Contest #43
There was fringe dangling from it. For as long as I could remember, there was fringe dangling from my Mama's purse. Sometimes, the purse was black. Other times, it was blue. Navy blue. It depended on the season. How long the days were. But there was always fringe. When I was five, Mama would shove my Polly Pockets into the zipper compartment. They would protrude outward, making lumps on the inside of her purse. She never minded. She never minded when she grabbed a Polly Pocket instead of her keys. I know she never minded because she never fr...
Submitted to Contest #41
*EEEEEEEE YAH! BANG. BIP. BOP. BROKEN!* Miso chopped through a stack of mini bricks that were lying on the damp soil beneath him and the others. "And that, young woolly worms, is how you break through the concrete. You must find the most vulnerable point, and WACK! Find the strength within, no matter how mighty the bricks may seem." The little 'pillars stared in awe at Karateka Miso, a caterpillar the size of a pinky finger who had just chopped through a pile of stone cubes. The little ones looked down at their white belts, and then at Miso'...
Submitted to Contest #40
This story takes place in Brooklyn, New York circa 1985. It should be read in a very thick, and I mean thick, Brooklyn accent. Do your best.My friend was swallowed by a monster. No, seriously. A nine-foot, six-inch, revoltingly repugnant, seriously savage, warty and weighty blue-ish, purple-ish, incredibly fat creature devoured my friend in one bite. Like a gavone would at Sunday dinner. He’s ok though.Let me tell you about it?We were about to ride our bikes to the park. It was dusk. My Ma told us it was too late to go to the park, that it w...
Submitted to Contest #39
It looked like a drippy, dippy chocolate donut in the night sky, but without the drippy, dippy chocolate part. The unidentifiable flying object was hovering over Marnie and Jack as they laid in the grassy field looking up at the celestial sphere above them, lollipop sticks hanging out of their mouths. There was not a cloud in the sky, just various clumps of stars making lines and shapes that were semi-detectable. One looked like a big spoon. Another like a bear. It was incredibly dark.Jack was twelve, but wore the spectacles of a 75 year old...
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